The instructor said, Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you--- Then, it will be true.
Something so creative, a poem about ourselves. So shall I be imaginative, and tell you of myself? To me, I’m a 14 year old in a struggle. Creative, yet unable to put life on the shelf. Mind ablaze, with thoughts of all kinds, yet some I do not wish to share, on these lines. My life wasn’t always so gray, it used to be better than this disarray. If I go into detail, my friend, You wouldn’t feel the same about me in the end.
So as I write, of this fall, I ask, what’s the point of it all? To write positive, hah, say that again, You ask for me, so I’m telling the truth. For a simple mind of creativity, yet somehow ruined by social anxiety. How do some keep balanced each day, Their minds a thin wire for us to pray, on something society demands? Strange are cast out, including me, yet I want, need, to be free.
People are divided on choice, Some to fight, and some end it by force. And even some don’t know what it means, to be free. But society keeps going, believing it’s social wheel. And that is my page, my theme, for English B.
The instructor said,
Go home and write
a page tonight.
And let that page come out of you---
Then, it will be true.
Something so creative,
a poem about ourselves.
So shall I be imaginative,
and tell you of myself?
To me, I’m a 14 year old in a struggle.
Creative, yet unable to put life on the shelf.
Mind ablaze, with thoughts of all kinds,
yet some I do not wish to share, on these lines.
My life wasn’t always so gray,
it used to be better than this disarray.
If I go into detail, my friend,
You wouldn’t feel the same about me in the end.
So as I write, of this fall,
I ask, what’s the point of it all?
To write positive, hah, say that again,
You ask for me, so I’m telling the truth.
For a simple mind of creativity,
yet somehow ruined by social anxiety.
How do some keep balanced each day,
Their minds a thin wire for us to pray,
on something society demands?
Strange are cast out, including me,
yet I want, need, to be free.
People are divided on choice,
Some to fight,
and some end it by force.
And even some don’t know what it means,
to be free.
But society keeps going,
believing it’s social wheel.
And that is my page, my theme,
for English B.